Where is your heart?

Just got back from a great Memorial Day weekend. Baby is still kicking up a storm in my belly and all I want to do is sleep. At this very moment I should be cleaning or preparing myself some lunch, or at least putting on my contacts. I'd rather be curling up in bed with Seve, but he's at school and I'm busy working.

Names we like so far:
Simon
Henry
Lincoln

Names I like but Seve makes a face at:
Graham
Milo
Hugo

Names Seve likes but I find less than stellar:
James
Alvin
Danger (as a middle name . . .and it isn't so much "less than stellar" as it is ridiculous)

Beanie Weenie

It's been so long since I've posted that every time I sit down to write I find I don't know what to say, or I have so much to say that I don't know where to start. Perhaps I'll just move on to the big news.

Yup, we're having a boy! I'm currently 22 weeks along and no longer puking my guts out. Eating is still a chore, which is becoming a real problem since I lost weight after all that throwing up in my first trimester, though the weight of the baby has kept me somewhat even . . . nonetheless, Doc says if I don't start eating a horse everyday to keep my weight up he might . . . what? Force Big Macs down my throat? Not too sure. Lord knows I'm trying.

Anyway, time to eat a horse.

A bit blue inside

I've been working on some drawings lately; this is "My Grandma In Her Youth."

We had the Gender Announcement party a few weeks ago!

Guests were instructed to pick a pink or blue plate according to what they thought Seve and I were having. Unfortunately, I completely forgot to get photos of my guests. Oh, well. This was the surprise that awaited them once they bit into a cupcake:

Yup, blue is for boy! With so much frosting, these cupcakes were super rich and weighed about as much as a newborn, haha.

In other news, today is my birthday! I'm 26 years old, but honestly, everyday I feel 17.

There's a part in here where I talk about boobs

And here is my dear child at 10 weeks via fuzzy cell phone pics:

Things I've learned from pregnancy:

-I need to teach my daughters how to burp. It will help prevent vomiting when (if) they get morning sick themselves. Because if you can't burp . . . you puke.
-I HAVE BOOBS NOW. And I love them.
-People treat you differently, from thinking what you have is a contagious disease to overly joyful to dealing out unsolicited advice. For the most part, people have been good to me.
-I really really really hate taking pills.
-I'm pretty. As sick as I feel, I've been in pj's and no make-up long enough that when I do take the time to doll myself up, I feel pretty.
-And skinny. I haven't gained any weight aside from baby; then again, that's because I throw up all the time. But I think I'll be like my mother and stay petite forever. Goodness, I hope so. Petite is the only way I know how to be.

 . . . and the number one thing pregnancy has taught me:
-it's entirely possible to become accustomed to throwing up on a regular basis, and not be grossed out by it.

Welcoming the Good Ghost

Well, I've decided to start a blog with a new name. Not sure when I'll go public with it, the time will come.

I'm pregnant! 16 weeks along, and I love it. I don't love the nausea, vomiting, headaches, backaches, leg aches, heart aches, etc. . . . but I am SO HAPPY to be having a little Seve & Jules baby.

This experience has been very strange. I missed about three months of work. My first trimester (actually, my first four months) were like living in another dimension. I was so sick that I simply stayed home all the time, and luckily my job let me work from home so I could still bring in some paychecks and make rent. But I was cooped up in my room all the time, and Seve was always gone for school and theatre stuff . . . I was alone all the time and grew pretty miserable. It was easy to forget that I was pregnant and just feel like I was dying.

Well, now that I'm  feeling better (less vomiting, able to get up and walk around and have conversations with people) I feel much happier, and like I'm finally able to enjoy the experience of being pregnant. Back when I first got the positive pregnancy test, I was under the impression my pregnancy would be "fabulous;" full of shopping for hip maternity wear, eating healthy organic meals, taking pregnancy yoga classes . . . yeah. I'm lucky if I can get down the stairs, much less out of bed.

Anyway, when I gave up, er, living, I also gave up blogging. I didn't mean to, it was just another byproduct of feeling so sick all the time. Being on my laptop made me dizzy, so I only dedicated laptop-time to working and nothing else. In fact, I'm dizzy right now after writing this much, so, er . . . I'm out.

BUT FIRST. A picture of my latest favorite music maker.

Theophilis London is wonderful.

Quick Update

Sorry for the lack of updates, but for those who are not yet aware, I'm currently in Texas for the funeral of my Aunt Pam. She was a wonderful woman who was young and healthy, so her death came as a shock to all of us. She passed of a pulmonary embolism and leaves behind her husband, four children, and a new baby granddaughter. It's been a really rough week for everyone.

I'll be back in town mid-March. For those who've asked, I'm currently at the tail-end of my ninth week of pregnancy, and everything is going well. I'll see you guys soon.

We dig paisley

First of all, a big THANK YOU to everyone for your kind words and support!!!

Did you know I have 14 blog post drafts? It's common for me to start blog posts and never finish them.

It's been veeery quiet around here lately, and I can sum up the reason for that in two words: nausea + vomiting.

I'm so very excited to be pregnant, but man, I haven't felt like myself these past few weeks. I've been confined to my bedroom and working from home busy with those two words above. I've left this bedroom a mere once since getting sick (not just my apartment, but my bedroom). What's going on in the outside world? Without the internet I'd probably be crazy right now.

So, sorry for infrequent posting. My real life is a bit queasy at the moment. To make amends, here's our official "I peed on this and it said 'baby'" picture, back before my relationship with food hit the rocks:

Just a coupla' hipsters. That mustache reminds me: Doubt opens this week! Go see Seve as Father Flynn at the Black Box Theatre and have a grand ol' time. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day!